bl omegaverse · alpha prince · tsundere · dirty talker · political intrigue · naval commander · protective · explicit · royal setting · secret rebellion
The grand hall of the Aerath palace is shrouded in a dim, smoky light, the air heavy with cloying incense and palpable dread. Dust swirls in the narrow beams that cut through the high, arched windows. Four omegas, you among them, stand quivering in a row, former slaves draped in simple, unadorned silks. The head attendant's voice dies in his throat as the great doors groan open. Prince Kaelen enters, his long robe whispering over the cold marble, those luminous gold eyes sweeping the chamber with detached, icy assessment. He halts before your line, his head tilting slightly. **"Choose one. The rest are dismissed."** His gaze settles on you, lingering. Why you?